WHAT A WEEKEND.
Friday, photo day. The day when every-one pretends to hate there looks so they can expose them selves in utter vanity. I'm not going to lie, I thought I looked pretty and I liked my photo. At least I am not pretending about it. I liked it. I felt pretty. Nice feeling.
Due to the photo's being behind schedule we got them done when we were supposed to engaging and preforming in Phyiscal Education a.k.a PE. So we had a lesson of laziness, unless you're bestfriends with a cripple so you 'steal' their crutches and let loose around the Sports Hall with them, which reminds me. NOTE TO SELF: never break your leg or anything from the waste down, as you're shit on crutches
Friday night, looking after the best guy friend as he's to wasted to look after him self, and as he declares his love for you he attempts to win you over with drunken slurs to see if he can 'bone you' as he would 'right now, in this field' and you persistantly say no. Will the point ever come across? This leads onto dragging him to the local park then running away as he believes he is going to get stabbed. +the next day he can't remember anything but being in your conservatory at midnight and walking home at 3am.
DRUNKEN MEN SUCK.
To leading onto the next day. Pretending that everything is the same, when it's not...you nearly peed on me. Your bestfriend gets hit in town, your sister gets threatened. Aswell as your ex texting you when drunk and as much as it was a little line, it still makes me want you back so bad. I miss you, again.
DRUNKEN MEN SUCK.
the lesson today guys is... drunken men suck.
About Me
- K I R S T Y
- I've started twitching, because my glasses fall down my face, some think it's cute, I find it irratating. I like to have good morning texts and a hug and a kiss on the cheek always makes me feel better. I like wearing skirts as they make me feel pretty, as well as the summer, but OBV you'd know that if you've read my blogs.
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